The Saddle Boys of the Rockies; Or, Lost on Thunder Mountain / Chapter 5 THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAIN | 22.73%little cooking fire in something of a panic; for that alarm signal is ap
I've got the beggar located, all right. Say, don't he sing though, to beat all creation? H
y; "because they generally hunt in couples. That isn't a measly little pr
ng: "there, I've found just the stick I want. Now, old chap, look out for yourself
, once he shakes his old box, and gives warning. Hit him just back of th
twice repeated. The thrillin
ake up his task once more, upon recei
sedly. "I'll cut his head off, so that he can't turn aro
ce upon the fire Frank had started. The latter noticed that his chum was trembling a little,
sure does give a fellow a nasty shock to hear that sound burst out clo
rrow squeak, was
to a diamond-back than that," Bob
the little camp near the foot of the towering, mysterious mountain; as some bacon
d brought from the ranch. As the heat from the red coals began to turn these to a crisp brown, Bob sniffed
e remarked. "I jumped two rabbits near the
I happen to know. Ten to one there's a deer in that thicket of wild plum over there. And you can just believe
we start operations? I'm nearly wild, with all these smells, and never
coffee pot, and set it aside for a
g on the frying pan with a big spoon to-night, range fashion. Sit down, and get
half as fine as it looks you'll hear no kick coming from me
ost of which talk had of course some connection w
when he said we were riding to a fall if we thought
ve that Thunder Mountain puzzle. But just think of a tenderfoo
here already,"
is cronies had time enough, unless Peg changed his mind. He might be wondering what happened to you, and thinking how the X-bar-X ranc
at other treacherous cowboy you told me about; we're pretty apt to me
nk; and then his eyes flashed a little as he continued: "but if they try
mount of fun, and, I hope, take it the right way. Your cow punchers said that when they hazed me, you know. Bu
ly. "Cowmen draw the line at it. You noticed how angry old Hank became when he h
't suffer much from that jab. But that was a bully good supper all rig
secure such rest as they neede
ight. Many times had Frank listened to this same chorus as he lay in his blanket on the open prairie, playi
the level, where the sage grew so heavily, there must have been a prairie dog village; for the sound of
freshing sleep, but doubtless they would soon lie down. Bob was already breathing h
d, and several ho
joyed in company with his chum, looking up stray cattle, helping to brand mavericks, watching th
ample of a thousand hoofs would make such a noise; if one of those old-time mighty herds of bison could hav
ominous, growling, grumbling noise was more in the nature of approaching thunder, just as though one of those furious summer storms, tropic
o prepare for the rain that might soon burst upon them. On the contrary they continued to sit there, st
r hand in the sky; and yet all that grumbling oozing out of old Thunder Mountain! Looks like we might have the biggest job of our l

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